"It came home to me that God was loving, in a terribly unsentimental and profound way."
Okay here's my weekly poem too:
A woman ends her life
under an L train,
but before she jumps
she looks at you and smiles.
Now you’re the wreck.
but everyone carries
with him several last glances—
and those glances’ last glances—
collections compounded since
the first last look.
So the only way to live forever
is to walk
with your eyes to the sidewalk.